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Why do you always wrongly assume
That you're so well-aware of what's happened there
Right here in this room?
You're just an antenna, you're just a wire
There's a thousand tongues wagging in your ears tonight
And you turn around and you call me a liar
Lightly, babe, oh, the fine lights cannot find you
She stay out my way, it's the pulse I am aligned to
And everything you say, you'll need that breath one day
Well, you're just an antenna, you're just a code
You translate like a book, the fuses all cook
You eat humble pie and it tastes of the road
Lightly, babe, oh, the fine lights cannot find you
She say, that's the way, that's the fate I am resigned to
And everything you say, you'll need that breath one day
You're just an antenna, you're just a gauge
You disturb my slumber and round up the numbers
And put them inside your velvety cage
Lightly, babe, oh, the fine lights cannot find you
She say, make my day, and the sunlight will not blind you
Lightly, babe, oh, the fine lights cannot find you
I may never pray to the fortune that's behind you
Antenna was written by Richard Ploog & Marty Willson-Piper & Peter Koppes & Steve Kilbey.
Antenna was produced by The Church & Greg Ladanyi & Waddy Wachtel.
The Church released Antenna on Tue Feb 16 1988.